#let me know if you wanted the other yanderes anon :p

[purerae]

how would the yanderes react to u getting hit on by a stranger when ur out on a date with them

features ;; yandere!playboy and yandere!jock :p

YANDERE!PLAYBOY — Kieran.

LOL, he’d be so so mad but would hide it behind a smirk. You’d think he genuinely doesn’t care while the guy’s talking to you—but you know him better than that. The way Kieran’s fist clenches at his side? Yeah, that says everything.

He’d just watch for a while, scoffing at the absolute audacity of the man to hit on you when hes right there! The mans totally ugly and not your type and stupid and dumb and—.

Once he grows bored of the conversation (in other words gets extremely jealous) , he’d wrap his arm around your waist and peck your neck—right in front of the guy—making it so awkward because it was so abrupt. Kieran, of course, would flip it right back, weirding the guy out by flirting with him instead. He’d bat his lashes all flamboyantly and go, "Oh, I’d be glad to take you on a date, babe!" just to mess with him.

After the poor guy finally leaves, Kieran’s cocky smirk would turn to you as he wraps both arms around your waist. His chin on top of your head, as he laughs. He knows you hate PDA, but he doesn’t care right now. These idiots should know you’re his, right? “I should lock you right up~! you’re popular aren’t ya princess?” his smile drops but the cheery tone in his voice remains.

YANDERE!JOCK — Alex.

Alex would go into full on panic mode for a few seconds, his puppy-dog eyes rapidly flicking between you and the guy, his eyebrows twisted in confusion. Can’t this weirdo see him practically clinging onto you while you wait in line for the café he’s been begging you to visit with him??

He’d quickly break out of his trance, Alex would not entertain the man at all as the 6’6 jock takes a step forward; looming over the stranger with a fake smile on his face. “Hey dude! is there a problem?” He tries to act cool and nonchalant but fails miserably; struggling to decide on maintaining his sunshine persona infront of you, or threatening the guy.

He’d most definitely scare the guy off with his physically imposing body, watching him leave the cafe with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows— gripping your hand tightly before looking down to see you tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. His face dropping into a pout with beady eyes staring into yours as he holds both your hands and puts it to his face. “You’re too pretty cutie!” He whines childishly, kissing your knuckles. “Look at all these guys staring at you! You’d pick me and only me, right?”

[14dayswithyou]

I literally have the most amazing and wonderful community in the entire world???? T_T In this essay, I will—

This is going to be raw and unedited because I want to get my initial thoughts out there before I forget n go back to crying /pos, but?? Yawl.... I can't even begin to find the words to express how appreciative and grateful I am for each and every one of you!! ;v;

I've spent the past few hours reading through everyone's personally written messages, then rereading them all again to let it all fully sink in. I'm being genuine when I say that I've never felt this loved or appreciated in any community before in my life.

Those in the Discord server might know about this already, but since the start of this year, I haven't really been enjoying myself (nor have I been as active) in the yandere VN community. There was far too much infighting between devs, parasocial communities, and toxic anons that ruined so much for me — so I withdrew from it all and remained in my own small bubble. Even then, I still got belittled, harassed, doxxed, and even became the target of Tall Poppy Syndrome by others; most of which nearly made me want to leave altogether, but the overflowing amount of support from everyone in the 14DWY community made me want to stay.

And even now, after reading all those heartfelt messages... I think it's permanently solidified the little space I occupy here on the internet :3

So... Yeah, long story short (and a story that will likely end up as its own separate Tumblr post gjskskjd), I wasn't enjoying myself at all in the yandere VN community... but I did have the time of my life in the 14DWY community. And it's all thanks to you guys.

I'm genuinely sooooo proud to have such an endlessly kind, social, and talented community; and I'm glad to have brought such an interactive and friendly group of people together over our shared interest in such a nice concept. 14DWY is essentially a labour of my love — and although I'm ultimately creating it for me and my silly interests — it's still something that I want to make worthy of you guys as well. All the love and support you've shown me and 14DWY motivates me to do my very best, and y'all deserve nothing less. So...

Thank you all for finding a comfort character in my Totally Normal Guy and his Totally Not Eccentric quirks. Thank you for all the insanely talented creations y'all make and share with me. Thank you for sending in your silly (/pos) questions and turning them into inside jokes and AUs for the rest of the community to enjoy. Thank you for talking with me and making this space a genuinely fun place for me to be in again.

From the bottom of my heart; thank you all so much. I really hope everyone has had an amazing year so far, and I hope 2025 will be as kind to you as you all were towards me.

I also want to give a big fat massive huuuuuuuge shout-out to Ashe / @flaneur001 my love (/p) for organising the 14DWY letter event on Discord, and for contributing so much of their time and dedication to the 14DWY community. You say you've only been part of the community for a year, but to me, that was a year well cherished and appreciated. The 14DWY community (and me especially) have all been so lucky to spend this past year with you, and I sincerely hope you've enjoyed it as much as we have. You've done so much for me, the community, and the 14DWY Discord server, so it's only fair that you get the recognition you deserve. So thank you, Ashe!! And a big thank you to everyone in the 14DWY Discord who participated in this event as well!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some cryin and sobbin to do <3 /silly /pos

[atleastpleasetelephone]

You are my absolute favorite Elvis writer. I have a request...😏🙏🏻. Could you doooo smut with either 1964 E ike Frankie and Johnny ...or bde.. I'm torn between the two. Can you doooo like the reader gets really mad at Elvis for some reason and she tries to dominate him but he puts her in her place?

Hot 'n' Cold

A/N: Thank you so much anon, that's so sweet! I went for 1964 E as I feel he doesn't get quite so much love on here. This turned out a little... mean? Perhaps the closest to a yandere Elvis I have ever written (but still not that close!)

Pairing: 1964!Elvis x reader

Word count: 1.6K

TWs: Slapping (reader slaps E), infidelity, rough sex, possessive kink, breeding kink, reader cries, mood swings, p in v sex.

“Don’t be silly, baby. I have to kiss her. It’s in the script.”

Elvis has just returned from filming Viva Las Vegas and he’s already a little frustrated with your lack of enthusiastic welcome home. He knew you’d be annoyed with all the stories in the papers, but he wasn’t expecting to be ambushed with questions the minute he walked through the door. He’s trying to play it cool though, hands thrust in his pockets, a neutral expression on his face. 

You draw yourself up to your full height (all five foot two of it) and shake your head determinedly. 

“It’s not just kissing, El, and you know it.”

“Baby. Come on,” he wheedles, closing the distance between you and putting his hand on your cheek. This sort of thing usually does the trick when you’ve heard something about some other woman.

You push him away, angrily. “No. You can’t charm your way out of this one, Mr Presley.” 

He sighs loudly, letting his hand fall back down next to his hip. “Whaddya want from me, then?”

He’s basically pouting at you now, and you don’t think that’s fair. He doesn’t get to pout, when he’s the one who’s been fooling around. You’ve seen the papers, you know the story, but this time it seems more serious than usual. What do you want from him? Marriage, commitment, babies… the whole fairytale. But right now? Right now you want to get even. 

“I want you to learn your lesson.”

Elvis cocks an eyebrow. “What lesson, honey?” You’ve never spoken to him like this before and he’s not sure he likes it. 

You huff now. “That you can’t mess around with other girls, El.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve told you, I’m not messing…”

You stare at him, angrily, trying to think of the sorts of things he usually says to you and how you can turn them back on him. But you’re too worked up, so you can’t think of anything other than slapping him across the face. 

“Ow!” 

He stares back at you in complete disbelief, his hand moving to rub his stinging cheek. You’ve definitely never done that before and he’s sure he doesn’t like it. 

“You deserved that!”

You kind of enjoyed slapping him, the rush of adrenalin through your body and the look on his face afterwards… In fact you enjoyed it so much you’re about to do it again, but he anticipates it, grabbing your wrist roughly. 

“Uh-uh, no you don’t.”

You try to wriggle out of his grasp but it just gets firmer and he catches your other hand now too, since it’s flying around dangerously close to his face in a way he doesn’t care for at all.

“Elvis!” You just about shriek, as he spins you around and walks you backwards until you collide with the wall. 

“Shush.”

He’s never known you to be like this, but then he’s never had a relationship go quite so public. He certainly didn’t want it all over the papers, it was embarrassing for God’s sake and he’d told Ann as much. But you can’t slap him. Whatever he might’ve done. 

He stands, pressing you against the wall with his body, holding your hands out to either side of your head for just a moment. Your head swims, wondering what he’s going to do next, your body reacting embarrassingly quickly to him being so close and so dominant. You’re supposed to be pissed with him but your panties are already soaked. His lips collide with yours in a bruising kiss and you can’t help yourself, moaning into his mouth. His hand is under your dress and pulling down your panties and then you hear him undoing his belt. He grabs your leg and forces it up as high as it will go (which is pretty high, you used to be a gymnast), stopping kissing you to watch your reaction as he thrusts inside you in one quick movement. Your eyes roll back in your head and you groan. 

“Whose pussy is this?” He growls, lips and teeth finding the skin below your ear.

“Y-yours, El…” you moan. 

He’s let your wrists go since you’re impaled on his dick now, trapped between him and the wall, and your fingers find the hair on the back of his head and knit themselves into it. 

“Good.”

He starts to move, short little thrusts, trying to drive himself somehow even deeper inside you. You whimper, fingertips pressing into his scalp, feeling almost uncomfortably full. 

“I decide when I want it,” he continues, his voice low and dangerous. “You make sure it’s always ready for me. Y’hear?”

His eyes are staring into yours now and it’s all you can do to nod and tell him yes. He starts to thrust a little more now, drawing out slowly and then slamming back into you full force. Your body rocks and you cry out. 

“No tellin’ me who I can see and who I can’t.”

You look down at him through tear-filled eyes as he keeps up the torturous rhythm. 

“I’m Elvis Fucking Presley and I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

You’re still whimpering, so he stops moving, grabbing your cheeks with one hand and squeezing them, forcing you to look at him. A tear runs down your face. 

“Did you fucking hear me?”

“Y-yes. Yes. I’m sorry. I sh-shouldn’t expect you to j-just want one girl.”

He lets go of your face, suddenly seeing the tears there and gently wiping them away with his thumb. 

“Good girl,” he says, softly, picking up a much gentler pace now. “Takin’ me so well.”

You try to steady your breathing but you feel all over the place, he’s being so gentle now it makes you want to cry more, somehow. 

“I love this pussy, baby,” he murmurs, sensually. “It’s so good to me.”

You still can’t speak so you just sniff in response. He starts to kiss your neck, rolling his hips into you in a way he knows is guaranteed to make you cum. Your sniffs turn to soft moans. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Mmmm. Yes.” You bite your lip, trying to control the tears. His mood swings can be so difficult to deal with.

You can feel the edges of your orgasm as he keeps rolling into you, his heavy breath hot on your ear, little moans falling from his lips as he feels your walls start to flutter in anticipation. 

“C’mon baby. You can do it.”

The words of encouragement push you over the edge and you squeeze him, your orgasm ripping through your body and making you moan. He moans too, feeling you and hearing you, and he knows it won’t take much for him now either. He starts to pick up the pace, quick thrusts that slam your body into the wall repeatedly. 

“You want me to make ya a mama?” He pants. 

Your eyes go wide like saucers and you nod quickly. “Yes, y-yes please.”

“I’m gonna fill ya up… make ya mine…”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. He’s never spoken to you like this, he always pulls out and cums somewhere else, so worried about accidentally getting you pregnant, so sure about it not being the right time for a baby yet.

“Please… please El…” you can’t believe you’re begging him right now, when you’ve already cum, but you want a baby so much. 

“Can’t wait ta see ya growing that baby inside ya…” he continues, thrusting even faster. “Knowing yer gonna be mine forever…”

“Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes.” It’s like his words alone are pushing you to another orgasm. 

“That what you want?”

“More than anything, El.”

There’s a wicked glint in his eye as he pushes your leg somehow even higher and hits somewhere deep inside you. You cry out in ecstasy and another orgasm hits you, almost as strong as the first, and you find yourself hanging on to him desperately as your legs turn to jelly and he pounds you through it. 

“Fuck!” 

He cries out, shooting his release into you, your walls squeezing it out of him for what seems like minutes. When he’s finally done he staggers backwards and pulls you with him. 

“Lie down on your back and put your feet up in the air.”

You stumble over to the bed and do as you’re told, your brain foggy and confused and unable to fathom why you’re doing what you’re doing. Eventually you ask.

“What’s this for, El?”

He’s lying next to you, holding your hand kind of sweetly. 

“It’s the best thing to do to make it take.”

You look at him, baffled. 

“To make a baby, honey.”

Your eyes go wide again. “You meant it?”

“Of course I meant it, honey. Imagine a little Presley runnin’ around the place. Can’t think of anything better.”

“So… you… are we gonna get married?” 

He nods. “When the time is right. You’ll see. For now you just concentrate on eating right and growing that little baby inside you. And if this one doesn’t take, there’s plenty more chances to practice…”

You smile and let him kiss you, enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours, but you can’t help wondering when exactly the time will be right. As you curl up in bed with him later that night, and he rubs your belly and tells you he can’t wait for it to be full, you wonder if this will mean he’ll stop wanting to be with other girls. Surely if you’re married and you give him the baby you both want so much, he’ll be happy? And surely you will too?

***

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[2-dsimp]

Hi hi hiii! Omg i binge read about ur yandere ovs and now yhey're running around in my mind like little hamsters.

What if darling somehow managed to see/hear Moros torture someone? And as a result, they're quite scared of Moros now, thinking he could snap on them at any moment? Thatd be so cool :o

Ur such a good writer!!! Keep writing, youre terrific! Have a good day n night :D

Cw: MDNI, NSFW, Heavy Angst, heavy Gore, yandere tendencies.

Yandere Torturer! Who forgot to lock the fun basement room, that you’ve always been curious of seeing. Whenever you come by to hangout at the agency he lived at with his other colleagues of Hitmen.

“N-no! Y-you can’t go in there, the basement is not really f-fun at all. It’s scary and d-dark… Not a p-place meant for you to see little one.”

Yandere Torturer! Would always plead for you to heed his warnings. He really hated keeping things from you but, it was for your own good. The burden he had to carry was his and his alone. And he planned on keeping it that way until he couldn’t.

Didn’t you know that curiosity killed the cat?

The stench of metallic blood hit your nostrils like a freight train. The jars of decapitated limbs, appendages, organs, littered the worn down shelves. You then choked a gasp seeing the state of your manager.

Hollow empty eye sockets, that dribbled tears of blood. He was still alive mouth breathing like a fish out of water. Though missing a whole bottom and top row of his teeth.

You remembered, briefly having an argument with him. About how he was always giving you creepy looks. Checking you out like you were a piece of meat and catcalling you.

But you never imagined that on his weeks notice about taking days off. Would you ever imagine seeing him strapped to a chair in tight chains like a dog. Teetering on the brink of death but unable to get true relief.

All because of the man who you thought to be the gentlest giant. One who’d never hurt a fly since he was oh so cutely timid and jittery. The same man in front of you donning a bloodied bunny mask and wearing his signature latex gloves to cover his huge hands.

“Moros… What the hell is this? Why is my manager here? Just what have you been doing in here?!”

“S-Sunshine?!”

Yandere Torturer! Who was so startled from your outburst that his butcher knife sliced through your coworker’s tongue. Making the latter thrash and choke on his own blood. The sight repulsed you and made you feel like hurling as you stumbled back away from the entrance.

“Oh n-no, you’re not s-supposed to be h-here. It’s d-dangerous I said. You’ll get sick! P-please wear t-this mask it’ll help you—“

Yandere Torturer! Who panicked over your wellbeing as He jerked off one of his bloodied gloves to search for a spare mask. To cover you from the carnage, but the damage was already done.

“No, no, no, stay away from me! Y-you murderer!”

You practically slapped away his trembling hand feeling all sorts of things ranging from loss, disgust, and denial. You couldn’t believe what you had seen, and wanted to escape this nightmare you believed that you had to be trapped in.

Yandere Torturer! Who let out a terrified noise at feeling you reject him for the first time and from seeing you suddenly flee from his sight. Almost as if you were afraid of him…

Yandere Torturer! Who became sick to his stomach and it was the due to the gore. Were you truly afraid of him? All he wanted was to be your caregiver, shield you from harm, take care of you the best way he could. So when he saw you getting harassed by your manager, he had to do it.

He wasn’t in the wrong! You were just shocked. You’d come back to him right? Right? If not then… He’d crumble.

“Sunshine… please don’t be afraid of me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—”

Yandere Torturer! Who slumped down into a ball like a lifeless husk in the corner. His fat tear drops falling from the holes in the rabbit mask.

——————-/——-

A/n: Here is the angst you’ve been wanting dear anon, I hope you’re satisfied _(:3 」∠)_

[blarshwritezz]

hi if u dont mind i would love a mafia x male spy reader (gn if you ur not comfy with that) so the mafia boss pretends to be the mission partner for the reader just for fun he almist kileed the reader on multiple occasions but the reader misunderstands and thinks that the mafia boss was just helping him albeit in a weird and rather violent way and although reader has a suspicion that his partner (the mafia boss) isnt who he says he is due to skme odd similarities between him and the target of his mission (that being the Mafia boss) and the fact that his partner could easily waltz in notorious criminals manors and party and one day everything just clicks for the reader and they try to escape but the mafia boss knew thus so he kidnapped em and the live happily ever after (idk how to end this so just do what you deem fit ty!!!)

(oh yeah its fine if ur not comfortable or just don't want to make my request im not paying you so you hqbe no obligations to do so remember to take care of yourself <333 /p)

(and if i could could i become 🦀 anon)

Yes! Welcome, 🦀 anon!

Yandere Mafia Boss x Spy Reader

M yan x gn reader (sorry, I prefer to do gn for non-nsfw asks)

TW - general yandere behavior, drugging, implied kidnapping

Your mission was simple, at least on paper. Simply gain intel on a notorious mafia boss. But if it was that easy, you wouldn't have been working at it for so long.

It didn't help that your partner for this mission was...unusual. Not a bad guy, really, just strange. Sometimes you almost thought he was trying to kill you. You'd often catch him staring at you. You even felt his gaze when you swore no one was around.

Not to mention, danger was ever prevalent around him. He always managed to save you, though. But his face did often look rather annoyed...you just assumed he was one of those people with a really bad rbf.

But it was also suspicious how he was able to so easily and casually waltz into the homes or parties of very high-profile people. People you'd never be able to get near without months of careful planning. Maybe he just had good connections?

But all these coincidences were getting a bit too...convenient. If you needed to get in somewhere, he got you in the front gate. If you needed something, he miraculously had it only a day or two after at the latest.

And worst of all, you still haven't managed to track down this damn mafia boss! It didn't help that nobody knew what he looked like.

"Maybe he's right under your nose." His deep voice startled you out of your thoughts. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. Despite his cold exterior, he was pretty touchy and clingy. But...sort of sweet. You were glad to have met him, even if this mission was looking like a bust.

"But where? Where haven't we checked?"

"Well, our organization may be high security, but not impossible to infiltrate for a man like that." Was he implying that one of your own coworkers could be your target? Impossible!

But...now it all seemed to come together. Those coincidences...weren't just coincidences. He really has been right under your nose this whole time.

No wonder he could go wherever he wanted and get anything he desired. He had power and influence...more than you thought.

"I-Impossible! Our organization has the highest security possible! I'd know if someone like that could be...beside me..." It was a sad attempt to cover up your newest theory, but also to try and reassure yourself. If this was true, then you weren't as good of a spy as you thought...

You got up, or tried to at least. He kept his grip tight on you.

He knew.

"I can't just let you go now. You know my identity. So I'll just have to keep you as my newest little toy." In seconds his arm lowered to prevent you from moving your arms as he quickly used his other to cover your mouth and nose with a rag.

Chloroform.

"Just sleep...Be a good pet and I'll be sure to reward you very well..." Despite your struggling, sleep soon took you. No one ever heard from you again...no one but him, of course.

I'm sorry, this one feels so rushed and short, I was having a tough time getting inspired 😭

Forgive me, 🦀 anon, for I have failed

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔾, ℙ, 𝕋 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hihi !! I see ur reqs are open, so could I request letters G, P and T of the yandere alphabet with Rui, please? Ty!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! Yeah absolutely! I didn't do yandere alphabet for a while and I feel like I may need to get used to it again because... I dunno it kinds feels cringe ToT Anyway, I hope it's just me and it's actually not and hope you like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TW: unhealthy obsession, yandere, stalking, mentions of killing, mentions of body parts

Not putting affiliation because I'm aware of how triggering this could be.

✧ Gross = What is something they think is really romantic/sweet but is actually horrifying?

Rui has real talent for creating robots, and he's also quite obsessed with making sure you're always safe. So why not mix those two for your own good, he thought? And that's how he one day announced that he invented a drone who'll follow you around and explained all the functions... it had camera, it could scare someone away but it could also kill... he assured you it'll never harm you but how can you not feel a bit startled knowing that murderous robot follows you 24/7?

He on the other hand thinks it's act of pure affection, love and care to you. He thinks he's just proving how much he wants to take care of your well being with that. So expect him to not understand when you ask him to give it up, no matter how hard you try convincing him.

"Stop it? Oh my darling... but I can't. What if someone approaches you when I'm away? You need protection. It's enough that I turn it off when we're together and it's for your comfort only."

✧ Please take it = What presents they usually give you? What's worst and best gift you got from them?

The best gift Rui gave to you would be something you were just eyeing in a mall. You didn't even had to be with him... he just had his connections and ways to observe you~ Maybe it was a bit creepy but there was nothing weird about the gift so who are you to refuse such a generous gift? It's not like he'd let you not take it either way...

But the worst gift would only happen if you have an enemy or a bully in your life. Once he hears stories from you, others or sees on his own two eyes what's happening, he promised himself to get vengeance for you and make you proud. So one day, when you were curious how could it be person you hated stopped appearing, he presents a little gift for you. Small trophy left from your, as well as his enemy. Little... part of their that he cut off.

✧ Type = What type of Yandere are they?

Rui would be the dependent and possessive type. Due to his middle school experience, he feels stronger need to be around you and not let go of you, so you want push him away. He's willing to try anything to keep you closer to him, be it slowly working for you to trust him, bribing you or even forcing you. He's good as long as it works.

But he doesn't have that sort of patience with strangers... if you approach someone, maybe he'll trust you. But if someone approaches you? He has all sorts of scenarios in his head and would kill them with a smile for even daring to speak with you.

"No, no, you don't need to go anywhere. I already took care of those papers. Someone less busy can do it, don't you think? You should focus on me, darling..."

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@bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @infernoram - come get your crazy inventor~

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hello, sleepyhead <3

Welcome back my beloved cloud-dwellers! Welcome to the clouds, newcomers! I hope you're all enjoying your sleep. I'm Bunny! This is where I'll be posting a variety of different things, like fanfics, books, rambles, and more! I'm very open to requests or just general asks, but please remember that I am a minor!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

For people who want to send an ask:

If you want to send an ask but you're unsure of if it's acceptable or not, please feel free to DM me about it! We can discuss it and work something out. Though I do expect to be treated with respect. Do not rush my writing process or demand I write something I'm uncomfortable with. I treat others how they treat me!

Also, I need something to work with. Please don’t request something like “reader x (character)”, I need promps! Details are appreciated, but don’t go so in depth that it’s like you’re writing the story yourself. All I need is an idea!

(IF YOU’RE REQUESTING SOMETHING!! Please feel free to ramble if you’re simply sharing your ideas with me! <3)

Things to include in a request:

Character(s)

Gender neutral reader, fem!reader, or no reader

Detailed prompt/scenario

Any other specifics you may want <3

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandoms I write for:

DreamSMP (I am very behind on lore, so if you want a specific lore era make sure to explain it to me or send some clips <3)

FNAF (robotic/humanized - robotic is default, so please add if you want a humanized version)

Little Nightmares

Secrets of the Maw

Little Nightmares II

BATIM/BATDR

Among Us (crewmates will be humanized)

Bioshock 1, 2, Infinite & Burial at Sea

Poppy Playtime

Beastars

The Promised Neverland (anime version)

Sailor Moon (anime version)

The Amazing Digital Circus

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

BFDI/BFB

Flee the Facility (roblox)

Piggy (roblox)

Doors (roblox)

Yandere Simulator

My ocs

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

What I will write:

Second person POV (default)

Third person POV

LGBTQ+

Gender neutral reader (default)

Fem!reader

Books

Headcanons

Rambles

Fics

How (character) would react to…

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Violence/gore

TW topics (self harm, alcohol, drugs, etc.)

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What I won't write:

First person POV

Smut

Masc!reader (out of my comfort zone)

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Bunny's boundaries:

Pronouns: She/Her

I'm not comfortable with any other pronouns, so please only refer to me as a she! <3

Nicknames: I don't have a problem with nicknames or petnames, especially silly ones! Just, y'know, don't be super weird lol

Jokes: I'm cool with joke bullying, like "hey bitch" or other silly stuff like that!

DMs: My DMs are always open to everybody! If you have any questions or just need someone to talk to, I'm available and so is my discord if you want easier communication! But please do realize that I am NOT your therapist, nor should you be my responsibility. I have my own life and my own things to deal with. I'm just here to make friends and be silly! :3

I'll let you know if you request something that I'm uncomfortable with that isn't on here and add it. ^^

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Anon list:

Emoji anons:

🐇,

Word anons:

None yet!

Symbol anons:

None yet!

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Bunny's tags:

#bun updates

#buns life

#bun streams

#bun games

#bun asks

#bun writes

#bun rambles

#bun polls

#bun reblogs

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[bittcnneck]

Because my carrd does not look good on computer and I can't edit it, I decided to move it over to a regular Tumblr post.

About Me

Hello! My name is Pucca. I'm a 27 year old semi-literate roleplayer. I go by all the pronouns, but I would appriciate if you used she-her. Doesn't matter, though. I have 6 years of roleplay experience. English is not my first language, so bare with me please!

FNF MUSES:

Pico

Gf (Cherry)

Bf (Keith)

Sarvante

Ruv

Garcello

Mommy dearest

Daddy dearest

Tankman

Senpai

ENCANTO MUSES:

Isabela

Camilo

Mirabel

Julieta

Antonio

OBEY ME! MUSES:

Lucifer

Diavolo

Asmodeus

Yuki (MC)

SCP MUSES:

Scp 049

Scp 035

Scp 999

Scp 079

Scp 2599

HAZBIN HOTEL MUSES:

Charlie Morningstar

Carmilla Carmine

Emily

Lucifer Morningstar

Rosie

Lilith (testing)

YANDERE SIMULATOR MUSES:

Kokona Haruka

Amai Odayaka

Musume Ronshaku

SPIDERMAN MUSES:

Miles Morales

Hobie Brown

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN MUSES:

Connor

Markus

Chloe

OTHER MUSES:

Francis mosses, the milkman (that's not my neighbor) he has an ask blog, @ask-themilkman ! Please follow!

Louis (uglydolls)

Salad fingers

Rae Kim (but you seem fine)

Fade (valorant)

Lacey (Lacey's flash games) (HH AU) (squid game AU)

Ali Abdul (Squid Game)

Jumin Han (Mystic Messanger)

Ayane shiun (porkchop 'n flatscreen)

OCS:

Kiera (SCP OC)

Akihiko (ALPHA MAFIA OC, no fandom)

Len (OMEGA OC, no fandom)

Amelia (CATGIRL OC, no fandom)

Markus Miller (papers please inspector oc)

Iriana (p⭐ oc) has a blog, @rcbbitpure , please follow 💗

RULES:

- if you have a password, I'll only send it in after we become mutuals to make sure you are interested in rping with me, so I don't just send the password while I only follow you 😅 but be sure that I do read the rules.

- I don't drop threads unless it's obvious that it's finished! Don't worry. If I'm not feeling a thread, I will let you know. I hate waiting for so long to just learn that it's not gonna be answered, it's a little annoying and I wish to be told sooner, so I do that. If I don't reply within a week I most likely forgot, so feel free to remind me! I am pretty active, so I will not be upset. In worst case, I'm not feeling it at the moment but that does not mean I dropped it! If I decide to drop it, I'll tell you!

- please do not reblog my open starters if we're not mutuals. You can like, I don't mind.

- I sadly have no bios up for all of my OCS yet, but I plan on making them very soon! If you are interested though please let me know. Also, I love OCS! So please feel free to send me asks by yours!

- personals, You can follow, I do not block, but I am not interested in rping with you, sorry. You can send anons and like my posts though!

- if I'm interacting with a person involved in drama, feel free to reach out to me with proofs! Because I probably didn't know. Please, do not block me because I'm interacting with someone problematic. I mean of course I can't tell you to not block me or not but I mean, if that is your ONLY reason. Please message. Make sure if I know or don't know the shit they did. If they are problematic I most likely will not interact with them.

- I don't do passwords, but you can let me know you read them by telling me if you are ok with pet names or not! I'm big on pet names, I often call people dear, honey, sweetie, babe. If you message me saying I'm good with them or not, this will let me know you read my rules AND let's me make sure I don't cross boundaries if you prefer not to be called pet names!

- no minors. This blog will cover triggering themes. Nsfw will be present. And although everything gets tagged accordingly, I don't want to open that scene to minors. So please even if you follow me, don't interact with me.

- rest are easy, do not follow if you are racist, homophobic, pedophile, a piece of shit basically.

Looking forward to interacting with all of you!

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Hi, I remember you doing 'letting go' headcanons for yanderes, and now I wanna see how the AJ situation would go down. Could you write a fic where f/darling is kicked out under those same circumstances and the f/darling takes full advantage and escapes? But eventually, yandere AJ finds them. Work your magic!

Sweetheart

An: I like this request a lot! I hope you like how it turned out Anon

Warnings: Kidnapping, emotional abuse, implied physical abuse, phycological abuse, other Yandere vibes. If you don’t like/will be triggered by any of these please don’t read

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @blaquekittycat @thesusbunny @writtingrose

“What the hell do you want?!” AJ screamed at you, causing you to cower against the wall. Once again, AJ had tried to give you another gift. And once again, you refused to give him the embrace he wanted. “I have given you everything I possibly could!” A vain was popping on the side of his face as he took two large steps to be right in front of you, grabbing the two sides of your face roughly.

“P-please,” you hiccuped, scared of what he was going to do.

“You are such an ungrateful bitch!” He yelled in your face. His nails were digging into your cheeks, and you were practically sobbing. “You hate it here so much? Get the fuck out!” He dragged you by the hair towards the door, yanking it open. “Fuck you,” he snapped as he threw you out of the door, locking it behind you.

You landed on your knees, scraping them up on the wood deck. You jumped up, slamming on the door beging him to let you back in, but after a minute you froze. Slowly, you turned around to look at your surroundings. You weren’t in the back yard that had an electric fence, you were in the front yard.

You didn’t even think before taking off in a dead sprint. You cringed when you ran across the gravel driveway with bare feet, but eventually you hit the road.

After a few minutes of running you had to stop, taking deep breaths. You spun around when you heard a car coming. At first you were prepared to start running, but then you realized it was a different car.

“Help! Help me!” You screamed, waving your arms to get it to pull over. It was a small family, all of which looked worried.

“Are you ok?”

“No!” You sobbed. “I was kidnapped and I just got away! Please, I need the police!”

—————

AJ was sat on his couch, anger still coursing through him. After everything he did for you, how could you possibly still treat him like this? He finally stood up planing to get a beer, but when he got into the kitchen he heard a police siren go off. With a frown he glanced out the tinted window, seeing three different police cars. He frowned, before his eyes going wide.

“Son of a bitch,” he hissed. He practically ran to the back of the house, grabbing the go pack he had for just this situation. He was finally realizing just what he had done. He kicked you out, and you went to the police. He had lost you, and was going to prison if he didn’t act quickly.

He yanked the door to his garage open, and jumped in a car. He started the car and opens the door, but he didn’t get the chance to drive an inch. A group of police stood there, guns pointed at him.

“Get out of your car!”

He sighed, stepping out of the car with his hands up. Someone ran up, pulling his arms behind his back to put handcuffs on him. AJ didn’t even listen to what they were saying, he could care less about what was happening to him. All he cared about was that he didn’t have you anymore.

————— 1 year later

“So, how was this week y/n?” You therapist asked, watching you from the other side of the room.

“Ok..” you mumbled, not looking at her.

“Did you go to the store this week?” You didn’t respond, still looking down. “Y/n, I know you’ve been through a lot. It’s expected that you would be experiencing anxiety about seeing people after being in isolation for so long. But if you don’t work at it, you’ll never heal.”

“I-I just can’t.” You whispered. “Just thinking about seeing people..it’s to much.” Every time you went out, you were sure he was watching you. AJ had stalled you for months before actually taking you, and the worst part was he had almost completely taken your ability to function. You had groceries delivered, worked from home, and the only reason you left your apartment was to come here.

“Well, this was really your last chance,” you doctor sighed. She took her glasses off and stood up, taking her clipboard with her.

“What do you mean?” You asked, glancing up at her.

“I’m really sorry, you do seem like a sweet girl. But nothing is better then extra money.”

You wanted to ask what she lent again, but you quickly realized when AJ walked into the room. “Hey sweetheart.”

He took a step forward, causing you to quickly jump up. At that point the door was closed, and your therapist was gone. A quick glance around the room brought you to the window. You were one floor up, it wouldn’t hurt to much. And it was open.

You tried running towards it, but before you could get near AJ had his arms wrapped around you.

“No-!” You tried to scream, but a hand wrapped around your mouth tightly.

“Shh, it’s ok sweetheart. Calm down,” he whispered in your ear. He kept a strong grip on you as he closed the window, before finally taking his hand off your mouth. “There we go.”

“Please, not again,” you begged. Your body was shaking, every awful memory running through your head. “I can’t again.” Your pleading fell on deaf ears as Aj worked to pull something from his pocket.

“I’m sorry baby, so sorry. How could I do that to you? I’m an idiot, but don’t worry. This time I’ll treat you like a queen. I know it will take time to get your trust back, but it will be worth it. I promise.” He continued to whisper to you as his hand came up to your mouth with a small pill.

“Open up.” You started fighting him, recognizing the pink pill. AJ simply kept his grip and forced the pill into your mouth. He kept a hand over it as he watched you. “Just a few seconds,” he mumbled. You could feel it dissolving as your head became more hazy. Your surroundings were becoming fuzzy, and you struggled to keep your self up.

“This time, I’ll take you somewhere they couldn’t possibly find us. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He mumbled against your forehead as you passed out in his arms.

[lovesickletters]

Hello!! I saw your Yandere Alphabet post and fell in love!! I love reading this type of content! :D

I was wondering if I could get a request for Affogato? (A,C,D,G,I,J,M,& P.)

I love him sooo much and instantly struck me as the manipulative type! Can’t get enough of him!

Whatever you do I’ll be happy! Feel free to ignore.

Love and Kisses,

- Anon

💜𝒜𝒻𝒻𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒞𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒 | 𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉💜

I’m delighted you loved them! You have excellent taste Anon, I played the Dark Cacao Kingdom chapters to answer this to the best of my ability 💜

Attachment

How do they become obsessed?

The highly esteemed advisor couldn’t help but take notice of his darling when they were the only one to offer him shelter from the freezing cold after his fall from grace at the hands of that wretched Caramel Arrow Cookie and her new friends. How kind of you to take pity on him, meagre as your offering may be after his life of luxury and lavishness. But he supposes he can make an exception in this particular scenario.

Caring

How well do they take care of their darling?

Affogato Cookie will take about as much care to manipulate his darling into taking care of him as they will once they have been fully blinded by his sweet words, laced with sugar and honey. He will go to great efforts to steer you in any direction he so pleases with his honeyed tongue and lying lips.

Depraved

Does your yandere have a shrine? (If so, what's on it?)

Naturally, as a cookie who knows the significance of shrines to important figures in a cookies’s life he collects a few trinkets should he ever have the mind to perform any unsavoury rituals should his web of deceit ever falter. A lock of hair here, a small painting of your image, some incense resembling your favourite scent. Definitely far tamer and less degenerated than some other shrines, but considering their purposes and use in potential dark magic rituals it might be less preferable.

Good

Do they reward their darling for good behavior?

Of course! The carrot is always just as valuable as the stick, and he is not above laying as many honeyed words and compliments upon you as it takes for you to trust him with your life. Small rewards and treats in the form of gifts he won’t explain the origins of are bound to show up pressed into your hands eventually.

Intimacy

How intimate are they with their darling?

Affogato Cookie has always been fond of leaning in just a little too close, letting his luxurious clothing brush against you, pushing himself just a little too far into your personal space. Speaking in a tone just barely distinguishable from a whisper, so you are tempted to lean in towards him even closer to hear, only to be tutted for being so eager.

Jealous

What makes them the most jealous?

Should you somehow begin to press your eager ears and respect towards another cookie, despite all of the efforts he’s gone to to make himself the only cookie you admire, the look on his face would be one of distaste and repulsion rarely seen in such intensity.

Makeout

What are their kisses like?

He will always initiate them, catching you by surprise but always leaving you wanting more. A chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth that makes you lean in for more, only to face his overindulgent smirk at your own accord

Pleasure

What is something they love making their darling do?

If it hasn’t been outlined enough already, Affogato Cookie deeply enjoys teasing you with something, just before pulling it out of your reach moments before it is in your grasp. He makes a sadistic game out of it that keeps you frustrated and obedient, always in the hope that maybe next time he will finish what he started (he won’t).

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Could you do a Grian x Reader (Romantic if that’s alright) working together in Last Life and Grian being overprotective of the Reader? Sorry if this is hard to understand :P

Hello anon! Thanks for the request! The story was initially going to be a lot lighter but I may have accidentally made this yandere-ish. Not my initial intention, but if it works…

I’ve Always Got You

LL!Grian x gn!Reader (romantic)

Summary: Your partner is a tad overprotective when you join the Last Life server. Sometimes it’s warranted, but most of the time it’s just overbearing.

Warnings: Lack of communication between characters, shouting (but not caps), death, overprotective/overbearing behaviour, body horror (just in case).

Note: This is not the way you should deal with an overprotective partner in real life! Communicate with them, don’t bottle it up and explode!

When your partner announced he was starting the Last Life server, you were excited to join. You had just been a spectator for Third Life, and fell in love with the chaos and excitement of the games, and insisted to Grian that he let you participate in the new season.

When the number of lives was revealed, you and Grian both ended up with two lives. Grian was a bit more protective of you here than he’d ever been on Hermitcraft. At first it was kind of cute, but after a couple of sessions it was more annoying than anything.

This came to a head when Mumbo, still on his yellow life, tried to bring you some sugarcane that you’d requested. Grian practically drove him off, starting out passive aggressive but gradually dropping more obvious hints. After your friend left, you confronted your partner.

“Grian, it was just Mumbo!” By this point, you were beyond exasperated with your partner’s antics. “You need to calm down!”

Grian ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I know that it’s Mumbo, but we’re in a literal death game, if you’ve forgotten!” By this point he was nearly shouting. “He could have been the bogeyman! We can’t trust anybody!”

“Then why are you so intent on sticking with me? Since we started this stupid game you’ve done nothing but try to hide me away from the others!”

“Because I love you, and I want you to be safe! I want to always be there for you!” Grian sounded almost pleading as he tried to reveal his thoughts.

You hung your head. “And you have been. I don’t always need you there, though.”

Grian was speechless for a moment. “I know that, I just-”

You couldn’t take this argument anymore. “Just leave me alone!” You stormed off, barely able to see through the tears that welled up. You could hear Grian calling behind you but you ignored him. Muttering under your breath, you ducked into the forest, pushing branches out of your face to progress.

You marched through the dense woods for several minutes, trying to put as much distance between yourself and Grian as you could. Eventually you came to a clearing, where you stopped to breathe. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you sank to the ground.

You only had a few moments of reprieve, however, as you heard someone crashing through the bushes behind you. As you jumped to your feet, you spun toward the source of the sound. “Who’s there?”

“Y/N!” Grian’s voice sounded panicked. “Where are you?”

“I told you to go away!” The rustling of leaves stopped for a moment, before beginning again. A beat passed as that’s all you heard until Grian crashed into the clearing. His eyes lit up as they found your frame, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Before he could, you growled at him. “What part of ‘leave me alone’ don’t you understand?” Whipping around, you stalked into the treeline. At least, you did for a few metres.

When you expected your foot to come down on the forest floor it went straight through the foliage. With the momentum you had going and the lack of attention you were paying, your other foot followed.

Your thoughts were abruptly cleared as you realised you were falling. Your grumbling turned into a gasp for air.

The pit you had fallen into was long, and looking down you saw a very obviously player-placed piece of dripstone.

Just before you hit, you heard a cry from above: “Y/N!” A flash of green and yellow appeared before your eyes and you were filled with a rush of energy. And then the impact came.

<Y/N was impaled on a stalagmite.>

You respawned back in your base, laying on your bed motionless. You blinked to clear your head, then sat up and turned on your communicator.

<Smajor1995: What happened?>

<Rendog: Boogey kill?>

<Grian: I think so, it seems like an intentional trap.>

<SmallishBeans: I’m cured!>

<LDShadowlady: Umm… Grian’s red?!>

<TangoTek: Grian what happened?>

<Rendog: You good G?>

<Grian: A sacrifice was made.>

You shook your head. Grian was so dramatic sometimes. You lifted yourself to your feet, debating whether it was worth it to go get your items. Eventually you came to the conclusion that you would probably want your things back, so you made your way out into the centre of the Southlands.

As you walked out to the gate, you noticed the other Southlanders giving you concerned looks. A couple of them started to walk toward you, but stopped when you walked past. You ignored them, hoping that you’d be able to retrieve your items before they despawned.

The path to the location of your death was not long, and it was easy to follow the path of broken branches that Grian left.

When you stumbled into the clearing near the trap, you saw Grian kneeling next to a chest as he poured his inventory into it. You watched for a moment, taking in the sight of your partner.

His skin had lost its lively colour and was now a dry, dull grey. The name above his head was a vibrant blood red, as was his signature sweater. From what little you could see of his hands, the nails were long, dark, and jagged at the ends. When he stood, he exhaled deeply before turning his head slowly in your direction.

His eyes were dark red and his expression was cold. When he made eye contact with you, however, his face softened and his lips curved into a smile. “Oh, it’s just you. I thought you were someone coming to take your stuff.”

You returned his smile. “Thank you for getting it for me. But-” You cut yourself off and took a deep breath. “Why did you give me your life?”

Grian shrugged. “I panicked. I didn’t want to lose you, and I didn’t see another way out of that situation.”

“You could have let me go to red.” That would have been the obvious option, right?

“No, I couldn’t.” Your partner reached out a hand, taking both of your own in his. His skin was dry, chapped, and cold against your hands. When did he get so close?

“I’ve always got you, y/n. I won’t let you die first.”

[vaguely-yandere]

WAAAAAA i meant like you suould suggest an anon name for me bc i am so soooo terrible at coming up w names but i think it would be so cute if all ur anons were named “some adjective” darling!! just like the ones you mentioned!! hmm hmmm then, chami… i will be sunny darling!! bc people have told me im bright and smiley!! it would be saurrrrrr cute if all your anons named themselves some kind of darling too, ur anon following would be so cutely organized in that way!! idk if thats what you meant though </3 maybe were not on the same page at all and im just running my mouth again, as per usual!! anyways, regarding my super super hyper specific ideal yan type…

I LOVE SUBMISSIVE CLINGY YANS!! you know… kinda like the sensitive yan?? but not too shy, not to the point where they cant even speak to me. i mean. i like when theyre all cute and stuttering and blushy, but i wanna be able to tease them and mess around with them!! i want them to crave my attention and pout and beg and whine for it. i think its cute when theyre kinda like a puppy or kitty!! desperate and needy and cutie <33 its cute when theyre shy and soft spoken. its cute when theyre outspoken and outgoing. the common denominator here is that theyre obsessed with me and love me and want me to dote on them! awww they want me to hug then and ruffle their hair and compliment them… all of which i will gladly do!! my mindset is so healthy, i know! but as other anons have stated, we’re all normal here!! <333

and u know whats funny. im ace too but when it comes to sub yans my brain does the funny thinky and h0rny thoughts appear. subby yans swoon swoon!! i am okay i promise. also i swear im not stalking ur blog but you just so happen to be posting p frequently (as of rifht now) and i am eating it UP!! but ofc dont feel pressured to respond quickly or post a lot!! im just saying i appreciate u chami <33 LET ME KNOW IF IM ANNOYING then maybe i can be annoying darling instead LMFAOO (i hope not though </3)

waaaa sunny darling is so cute!!!! you know, i think you would do well with a subservient yandere! theyll do anything for you, just say the word and theyre So Normal about it! your hands get cold easily? they have an 'extra' pair of gloves. your hungry? they have extra cash! you wanna go shopping? its on them! someones annoying you? dont worry about them anymore. they just work so so hard to please you without thinking twice about you!

you tell them to jump and they dont ask how high, they just do it until you tell them to stop.

i like thinking theyre p rich, were neglected when they were a child, the stereotypical story. rich parents who never pay attention, blah blah blah and then they meet.. you... so bright, so loud, so talkative and so so sweet, they cant help but cling to you. somehow, by some miracle, they become friends with you and follow you around whereever you go. every gift you give them is put in a shrine they have that is. VERY hidden. and i just know they regularly have to have 'bathroom breaks' whenever you hug them tight or compliment their outfit or pay any extra attention and the poor thing just has to keep splashing water on their face to get the redness to go down! so cute!

aaa i just love sub yanderes, theyre just so... pathetic but in a good way! makes me feel safe! i just KNOW theyd do anything for you, darling <3 and if someone calls you annoying or is too rude to you, thats when their aggressive side shows up.

they corner them in some secluded area and bludgeon them to death. to a pulp. they didnt even have time to think about it, they didnt even question it for a second and afterwards, well, they feel kinda bad. not for the new dead person but because, well, they just know youll feel a bit scared now because of this 'random' murder and they dont want you feeling that way! but dont worry, theyll protect you!

and you need to stop worrying about bothering me, sunny darling! you need to take up space and be unapologetic about it! and i find stalking, intentional or not, very very sweet! <3 it doesnt bother me at all. spam liking or rebloging or anything really boosts by ego! i love it! im a touch of an attention whore lol and the entire reason why i started this blog was for ppl who have more 'dominant' (but not exclusively) personalities and wanted to see more subby yans! but i also enjoy a nice subby darling with a subby yandere, so cute! but what im saying is, i have zero issue standing up for myself or setting boundaries! so dw! <3

(P.S. to other askers, feel free to stake claim on a name! itll help me know who yall are and remember ur interests!)

[yandere-sins]

gosh, makes what you want- why'd you start this blog ? because u like write, right ? so, avoid the comments like this and makes what's make u happy qskdqj. (sry if i've made mistakes, english isn't my first language, but, when i see this post i couldn't just stand here like "yeah, people are capricious towards a person who's overwhelmed- )

Hey! Thanks for reaching out. I, of course, do what I want and won't let others get me down, but I think sometimes it's very healthy and therapeutic to let others know what's going on and maybe those anons see the post and won't send in more of those asks (:

I don't post all of the hate I get but I do want to complain sometimes, and it's hard to just 'avoid' those asks when I receive them regardless of if I want them or not lol. I am also not overwhelmed, it's more annoyance than anything xD

So, while you have good intentions, I hope you understand I'll post about what I want on my blog, and if I feel like complaining I will. But I will indeed continue to do what makes me happy, so no worries ^^

I mean, I know you mean well, but it's probably hard to say it's okay from your perspective since it's not your God? ^^'

I don't mind people getting offended about my writing, really not. Yandere is a topic that is supposed to rouse tempers. It's just about how people react to it. Everyone is entitled to their opinion and as you say, if they wanted to and enjoy that type of content, they could imagine it as a different universe version of their gods, or ignore the connection to real life entities entirely. Or even just not read this specific piece, I mean, it was clearly labled lol.

However, religion is a touchy subject for most (even if I never had a pagan call me out, usually it's more... well... christians xD) but they choose to confront me about something they could have just blocked out and moved on from. If they were secure in themselves and their beliefs (and maybe more mature and less bored, you never know) they wouldn't have felt attacked by my writing and seeing something they deem disrespectful towards their deities. It would have only solidified and strengthened their own respect for the gods and made them move on with their head held high.

At least, my opinion.

But thanks for your encouragement! Sending kisses to all my religious followers and those that aren't, I really don't care what you believe in as long as it makes you a better and tolerant person to everyone around you ♥

Aww, you don't need to be shy, you are very appreciated! Thanks for reading my writing, I really like the series too, even though it wasn't supposed to go on for so long lol. But it'll probably finish this sintember, so please look forward to the rest of it!

Hahaha, thank you so much! I am glad so many people really liked those scenarios even though they are so out there xD Your asks really did make my day better, thank you for reading my stuff and reaching out ♥

And yeah, the auction boss was very hot, I can't lie xD I was just indulging myself but I am glad others indulged as well :P Alec was supposed to stay whiny and submissive throughout, but in the end he slipped back into his role as the one in control for a bit. Doesn't mean he won't be a golden retriever yan though :D Please look forward to more!

Uhi, glad you enjoyed them! It's been a hot minute since I wrote for Felix, but he was one of my favorites as well ♥ Very yum indeed!

[dreamii-yume]

HEHE HI I'M THE SAME ANON WHO SIMPS FOR DEUCE, AND YES YUME AAAAA (ﾉ*0*)ﾉ❤️💕❤️💕

So, basically, Deuce receiving a phone call from his mom while he's getting it on with darling 👀 and he forces her to talk to his mom while he's hitting it back ya know what I'm saying?! 😩 Like legit, Darling's just trying her best to muffle her moans as she's bent over the mattress with Deuce rearranging her guts, not even caring about what her mom's saying on the phone anymore as her eyes roll up in ecstacy and cumming hard on his dick AAAAAAA lmao hope it's okay!!! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)❤️❤️❤️

Chokes omg darling YESS???

Warnings : Non-Con | Yandere

The sheer amount of P A N I C alone had almost brought you into yet another embarrassing orgasm. His phone ringing not too far from the bed, where Deuce had you pinned down in all fours with his hand on top of your head. Filled with nothing but tears and moans, your fucked-out state barely manages to keep your consciousness intact as you glanced towards the vibrating device. For a moment there, you resented such a thing for bringing you back to full-awareness, when you were just about ready to pass out from the mixture of pain and pleasure swirling down your weeping pussy. But at the same time, you saw it as a desperate opportunity to get yourself out of your current situation.

Deuce was far too engraved in getting his dick wet over and over again as he slams continuously without rest inside of you, treating your pussy more of a fleshlight at this point. With his mouth offering small apologies and compliments of how good you felt, you didn’t think he even heard the sound of his own ringtone echoing throughout the room. Not when the sound of skin slapping against each other seemed to be even more pleasing to his ear alone. You didn’t know what you were trying to do, but getting fucked for almost an hour now had your mind in complete shambles that the most logical thing you can do at this moment was to reach out for that phone. You can’t quite see who exactly was calling on the other side, but no matter who it is, if they could at least just hear what kind of predicament you’re in, surely they’ll come running...correct?

However, it was just your luck when Deuce had opened his eyes to bask in the pleasure once more, just in time to see you struggling to reach for his phone. “Ah…” He was finally aware of the current caller and you felt him flinched behind you, you don’t know whether to take that as a good or a bad sign. “...I-It’s mom...” He muttered out, groaning as his grip against your hips tightened.

With that, you widened your eyes in realization and slowly retracted your hand away from answering that call. You could ask her for help, but it’s Deuce’s mother! It’s not very likely that she would come to believe you so easily since no mother can ever truly doubt their son like this. I mean, how could she not even believe someone like you over her own sweet child, who had been such a good son up until now? You might just end up making a fool of yourself! You let out a whimper that unfortunately caught Deuce’s attention as he reached for the phone himself and looked at you, gulping.

Then, to your surprise, he bought the phone right next to your ear as he leaned in to the other. “I can’t...ignore a call from mom...” He said, face flushed but his eyes were hazy as if he had been drinking alcohol all night long. “But I can’t face her...in this state...”

“So, please…Do the talking for me...”

You let out a sharp gasp, a shriek scraping against your throat as he slammed down inside you so hard that your vision darkened for a split second. Despite being able to barely recover from such an impact though, Deuce only repeated the same brutal thrust like it was normal, his aggressive grunts had your stomach rolling and swirling full of butterflies. He wants you to talk to his mom? At this state? If he can’t do it with the way he is right now, then what makes him think that you can!?

“Deuce? Hello, it’s mom~!”

And just like that, you clasped your hand over your mouth as soon as you heard the woman’s lovely voice on the other side of the device. It was taking all your willpower to not to let out questionable noises when Deuce wasn’t even cutting you off the slack by even attempting to slow down behind you. “Deuce?” His mom called once again, worried to hear a relative pause in the line. You glanced at the guy with widened, panicked eyes, begging for help in this situation, but he was too engrossed pounding you like there’s no tomorrow. That’s when you realized that there was no way Deuce was going to help you out with this, he’s probably gets on the fact that he was forcing you to do this in the first place.

So, with no other choice, you carefully opened your trembling lips and tried to stable your voice as much as possible. “Y-Yes...? This is...(Y/N) speaking...” You replied, trying to sound as cheerful as the woman knew you to be. “G-Good evening...!”

“Oh, (Y/N)? Are you with Deuce right now?”

You resorted into slamming your face in the bed sheets to muffle your moans once in a while. “Y-Yes...! Um, he’s...He’s...” You took another glanced at the man behind you. “He’s s-sleeping right now...”

You heard the woman gave a naïve sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought something happened since he usually picks up within the first ring of his phone.” She laughed. “Anyway, I don’t want to disturb too much! You’re with Deuce for a reason, aren’t you~? Don’t worry, mom approves and supports the two of you~!”

You faked a laugh, but it sounded awkward and nervous in your opinion as you were trying so hard not to cringe at her attempt of playful teasing. “I just wanted to wish him a happy birthday, could you say that to him in my place, dear?” She said, a sweet mother that she is, unaware of the true nature of his son. “He’s been worrying a lot about his future and trying the best I’d ever seen him do, so naturally, as his mother, I’m really proud.”

“I’m lucky to have him, but I’d say he’s also as lucky to have someone as sweet as you so early on in his life.” She continued; she’s sounds so sentimental that it makes you want to cry for her kindness alone. “So, please take care of my little Deuce for me, will you? I’m counting on you~”

You closed your eyes, gulping down the building saliva inside your mouth and lowered your head down in shame. “...Yes, o-of course...”

And with a cheerful goodbye, Deuce’s sweet precious mother had finally hanged up and you couldn’t help but to let out a sob right after. Clinging onto the sheets, finally letting all those suppressed moans and shrieks out, your vaginal walls clenching uncontrollably against his dick in guilt. “So...Tight...” Deuce sighed, he was listening in until the very end and couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. “You’re...gonna take care of me...as promised, huh...”

You reacted quite abruptly as he went in deep inside, knocking against your abused cervix to cause your eyes to roll back and to blank your mind. “I can’t wait...” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, a change of pace from constantly trying to bruise up your hips. “W-We’re perfect...for each other.”

“I love you...!”

And with that, you could barely even register the warm liquid flowing through and slowly filling you up from the inside. Your mind wasn’t able to comprehend anything he said right after, the comforting feeling of slumber pulling you down was even more tempting. Especially when combined with how warm Deuce’s hand felt on the top of your head and his lips giving your neck a gentle wet kiss.

[shorkbrian]

Omg okay uh... Nasty stalker Bakugou breaking in to his darling's home only for them to come home early to see their yandere in their room, laying in their bed. Bakugou's surprised but smug, deciding now's a better time than ever to take them away

Titled “Bakugou coming to terms with the fact he’s a nasty, nasty man.”

Prelude - this is trash. I am trash. I’ve been stuck for a bit with requests and getting motivation to write, but I’m trying to work through it and so we have this. ANEEWAYZ Anon, this is an awesome request and made me p hornee, 10/10

Prompt - at the toP

Pairing - Bakugou X Reader

Warnings - NSFW, non con, cunnilingous. No penetration. Bakugou got a HUGE scent kink lol sorry 

Music - no <3

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 Bakugou was disgusted with himself.

Here he was, a good looking male, and he was spending his free time breaking into a woman’s apartment for the hundredth time. Is it even considered “breaking and entering” if he had a key? It was a stolen key, and Bakugou knew he would still be thrown into jail if the object of his affections ever found out just how often he chose to “visit” without permission.

Yet he couldn’t stop himself from coming back.

Turning the (stolen) key in the lock, the blonde pushed the door open, glancing towards the neighboring apartment doors before he stepped inside. It would be no good if your neighbors saw him sneaking in - they might ask you about your “new man,” and you’d get suspicious. 

Bakugou wiped his shoes on the welcome mat, quietly slipping them off and placing them on the bottom shelf of your shoe rack. He knew it was stupid, but he liked to pretend that he was coming home from work, about to slip into bed with you and feel you in his arms as you kissed him hello. Unfortunately, the reality had you still at work, making and serving fancy coffee at the little cafe you worked in, and Bakugou was nothing more than a creep, fantazing about a woman that had done little more than take his order.

Did you even know he existed? Bakugou thought you might; he did come to the cafe every Wednesday morning, sat in the chair that allowed him to see the staff as they worked. It would be hard to miss his presence, considering the scene he had caused on one of his coffee runs. A man had bumped into you as you were placing Bakugou’s coffee on the table, causing you to spill it everywhere (including on Bakugou’s lap, which had fuckin’ hurt, the liquid being hotter than the surface of the sun). Before you could even take a breath to apologize, Bakugou was on his feet, verbally attacking the man that had stumbled into you.

He really ripped into the stranger, not hesitating to use every insult he knew to demean the man for jostling you. Bakugou knew his personality was abrasive and that he had a short temper, but seeing someone touch you so casually and cause you an unnecessary hardship had him angrier than normal. By the time Bakugou was done yelling, the man was beet red, sweating, apologizing profusely to both Bakugou and you for causing any inconvenience. 

The look you had given Bakugou as the man left made his heart squeeze. Your eyes were blazing, fists clenched as you stared the blonde down, mouth set in a way that made your lips jut out in a frown.

“Sir, there was no reason to yell at that poor man. It was an honest mistake that I could’ve easily handled.”

Bakugou was shocked. 

“Yeah, a fucking “mistake” alright. Motherfucker didn’t even think to apologize before I said anything.” “I don’t need a white knight. Sit down and leave it be, or else I’ll have no problem kicking you out.”

You had been so bossy and confident, Bakugou reluctantly sat down, grumbling about his burnt junk while you went to grab napkins to clean up the spill. 

From then on, the blonde watched you like a hawk, enjoying the way you chewed out rude customers or made crude jokes with your coworkers when you thought no one was listening. He was hooked, baited by your personality into learning more about you. However, he knew that you probably wanted nothing to do with him, knew that you would probably laugh in his face if he asked for your number.

So he resorted to this.

As humiliating as it was, as wrong as he knew it to be, Bakugou enjoyed being in your apartment. Everything smelled like you, he was able to figure out your favorite snacks and dishes, got to see what you liked to read. 

The first few times he followed you home from the cafe, he told himself he was doing it for your own safety. You had such a smart mouth, lots of customers had been miffed by the way you called attention to their rudeness. It wouldn’t take much for one of them to follow you home, try to put their hands on you.   When it slowly evolved into the man breaking into your apartment, Bakugou told himself that it was just out of curiosity, even though deep down he was aware of a more sinister reason.

Even when the man went looking for your underwear drawer, he denied the action to himself, refused to think about what it meant or think about it for more than a few seconds. He refused to hold himself accountable for his feelings, nor for his actions. 

He was swimming in a sea of denial, letting his impulses and desires guide him.

 Consequences? That word wasn’t in his vocabulary when it came to his dealings with you.

What could the repercussions be? You were never home when he visited, you never knew he had been there, you never noticed him at work, never even acknowledged his existence. There had been no sign that you were aware of him following you home, following you to the store, following you to the mall. At this point, Bakugou was resigned to the fact that you would probably never notice him.

And if you did, so what? He easily had the means to take you away, keep you from ever revealing his “hobby” to the world (the more the man thought about it, the more the idea appealed).

Consequences be damned, Bakugou Katsuki did what he wanted to.

That’s why he allowed himself to go through your closet, look at your clothes and imagine you wearing them. He looked through your shoes, admiring your choices in fashion. He looked through your bathroom, noting what soaps you used and the skincare that littered the counter, the color of your toothbrush and the perfume that you saved for special occasions.

Bakugou’s favorite thing to do in your apartment was also the most shameful. It had started after a bad day, when he was already frustrated and heated. He had stormed into your apartment, and was too worked up to find the space as calming as it usually was. Bakugou had stomped towards your bedroom, wanted to bury his face in your pillows and breathe in your scent, forget about the stress of life. When he had tripped over the pile of dirty clothes in the doorway, he almost had a fit before realizing that the light blue lace on the top of the pile were your dirty panties.

His brain whispered that it was a good idea, so he acted upon his impulses and snatched them, proceeding to climb onto your bed and jack off.

Now it was a regular occurrence, him rooting through your laundry basket to find your latest pair. You were good about your laundry, so sometimes he had to settle for picking through your underwear drawer, which was notably less satisfying. Bakugou couldn’t figure out why until he thought about it for a second, coming to a riveting conclusion as he pressed your panties close to his face.

He liked the smell of you.

The man didn’t get to think about it further than that, already too worked up to do anything but pull his cock free, press your panties to his face, and fist his cock like it was the last time he’d ever get to touch himself.

Some days he would use your panties to stroke himself, bring himself to orgasm thinking about you and your body and the things he’d like to do to it. Other day’s he’d bunch your panties in his fist and press them against his face while he laid down on your bed, and he’d jerk himself off while taking in your scent.

Recently, he’d taken to spreading your panties on one of your pillows, before burying his nose into the fabric. He’d lay on his stomach and pump his cock, imagining that you were actually there, that his nose was buried in your pussy. Sometimes he’d get so lost in the fantasy that he’d start humping the bed, caught up in the smells assaulting his senses, the sensation of the bedspread dragging along his swollen cock. 

Today was one of those days where he was keyed up and just wanted to get off, bask in the cradle of your scent as he did so. So the second he entered your apartment, he was beelining for your bedroom, cock already half-hard in his pants. He was delighted to see that your laundry basket seemed fuller than yesterday, meaning that there was a fresh pair of panties that you had discarded there this morning.

He wanted to pat himself on the back for his observational skills when a quick search brought him anew pair of your dirty panties. As he headed to the bed, unbuckling his belt with one hand, he noticed that these were new, a pale pink fabric that was impossibly softer then your other pairs. Bakugou knew he wouldn’t be long today, felt like he was bursting already. It took hardly any time to get himself situated, the movements easy and familiar after having done this dozens of times already. He let his hips drop to the bed, bringing his hands up to clutch at the pillow he had laid your panties on, imagining it to be the softness of your legs he was burying his fingers into.  Bakugou buried his face into the crotch, breathing deeply through his nose as he slowly started to work his hips, the friction on his cock feeling delicious.

Bakugou was so worked up, so immersed in his fantasy that the clattering sound of dropped objects almost made him yelp, the blonde man turning his head to the side to glare at whatever had made the noise. He was so close, wanted to tip over the edge of orgasmic bliss and lie there with his face pressed to your panties for a bit before he had to clean up. How dare your neighbors thump on the wall, cause something to fall while he was busy masturbating on your bed.

His breath stuttered as his eyes settled on your figure, frozen in the doorway. 

His hips stopped moving.

You shouldn’t have been home this early.

—— There was a man on your bed.

There was an attractive man on your bed, you noted as he turned his head towards you.

There was an attractive man on your bed, sniffing your panties. You could see the pink fabric strewn across your pillow, right where the man had previously had his face. Had he been… sniffing your underwear?

If you could’ve managed not to drop your phone and keys in shock at seeing a strange man on your bed, you would be able to dial 911 before he could get up. As it stood, you were frozen in shock.

Thankfully, the man was too, doing nothing but blinking and breathing heavily. “Who the fuck are you?” You were always one to speak your mind, but in this situation, you wished you were able to act with more tact. The man blinked at you slowly, reaching his hand underneath him to - “Oh my god, your dick is out.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” His gruff voice responded. 

“I don’t know who your are, but you need to get out. Get out now or I’m calling the police.”

The man grunted as he tucked his still-hard dick back into his pants, slowly rising to his knees, moving towards the edge of the bed.

“Hey! I said you need to fucking leave. I’m - I’m gonna - “ You snatched your phone off the floor, watching the man freeze as you held it up. “- call the police. Get out of my apartment.”

“Calm the fuck down, what the fuck d’ya think I’m doing, huh dumbass?”  He held his hands up, carefully stepping off your bed. “I gotta move past you to get to the damn door, idiot.” You wanted to smack yourself. The man had a point. He seemed to be gearing to leave, trying to appear non-threatening as he inched towards you and the bedroom door. It occurred to you that you should move to the side so he wouldn’t touch you while he exited your bedroom. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your hand shook holding your phone. You put up a tough front, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel fear

“Okay, hurry up then.”

The blonde man nodded, lowering his hands as he began walking normally, watching you move to the side of the door. 

You tried to memorize his face, make sure you’d be able to describe him to the police later after you were safely alone in your apartment, door locked and reinforced with a chair-

The man tackled you to the floor, his hands wrapping around the back of your head to cushion it against the hardwood. He had taken advantage of your rambling thoughts, using your distracted state to strike when he had slunk closer in the guise of reaching the door.

You acted on instinct, immediately trying to knee the man the second you caught your breath, reaching up to claw at his face. You were in the process of going for his eyes, intending to dig in until he was screaming, but the next thing you knew you were being lifted into the air, given a giant bear hug that trapped your arms against your sides.

“Let me go! Let me go!!” You shrieked, uselessly kicking your legs against his shins. He had you pressed to his chest in a crushing hug, and the angle offered you no leverage to inflict any damage.

“Fuck, knew you were a feisty little shit. You smell so goddamn good.” He had his face buried in your hair, and you could feel the rise of his chest as he inhaled deeply. 

You were thrown on the bed, the man immobilizing you by sitting on your abdomen before you had the chance to even sit up. With a gleeful grin, he started pulling at your shirt, ripping it over your head with ease. He ignored your ear-splitting “No!” As he did the same to your bra, his calloused hands warm where they met your skin. You hit at his sides, but he hardly reacted. 

Rearranging himself so he was facing your feet, the man began working on your pants, laughing as you kicked and squirmed.

“See, this is why I fuckin’ like you so much. Got so much fight in you, won’t go down without a little bit of work.”

Your pants were removed, then your panties, which you saw the man shove in his pants pocket. It was impossible to stop him when he turned back to your head, taking his own shirt off in the process. No wonder he was hard to fight, he was incredibly ripped, fit in every sense of the word.

The man grabbed your shirt and stuffed it in your mouth, wrapping the sleeves around your head and using them to tie the fabric firmly into a makeshift gag, effectively muffling  your cursing.

As you reached up to pull it off, the man manhandled you again. He scooted back and grabbed your arms, placing them under his knees, locking his feet together into a butterfly stretch. He bent your lower half over, your knees almost touching your chest as he scooted closer, lifting your head up so he could lay it gently on his feet.

You were essentially folded in half, the man trapping your arms with his legs, your butt resting against his naked chest, his face above your exposed pussy. No matter how your thrashed or wiggled, you couldn’t break free. The man knew how to completely immobilize someone within seconds, and it scared you to no end.

You were screaming behind the gag, throat starting to hurt as you refused to quit fighting, no matter how futile it was. The man pressed his face down to your pussy, wrapping an arm around your waist to hike you up closer to his face as he inhaled, making you yell profanities behind the gag. What he was doing was gross, scary; blood was starting to rush to your head and you were so tense you thought you might blackout.

Amidst your panicked breathing, you noticed the man had paused, was staring down at you while he himself breathed heavily. You wished he wouldn’t - each breath he exhaled sent a warm puff of air across your pussy, causing your body to involuntarily clench.

“If you’d stop making so much goddamn noise, I might not have to be so rough. I get it though, you don’t know me. ‘M Bakugou.” He offered, red eyes boring into your skull. You seethed, before spitting out a “Fuck you.”. It was muffled, but the man understood your meaning, chuckling darkly. “Yeah yeah, we might get to doing that shit later.”

You yelled, only to gasp as the man suddenly buried his face into your pussy, nose pressing against your clit. He started licking immediately, warm tongue wet and textured against your slit.  

It felt good.

You didn’t want it to.

The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist was fumbling against your back, between you and Bakugou. You were too focused on what was happening to your cunt to realize that the blonde was taking his dick out again, tenderly massaging the drooling head as he breathed in your pungent scent.

Bakugou was in heaven, lapping at your juices and inhaling your natural musk. He wished he could stay here forever, holding you close as he made the both of you feel good.

He groaned into your pussy, fisting his cock faster as he plunged his warm tongue inside your hole, wiggling the muscle and scraping at your walls. You twitched, your hips trying to rock back to chase the sensation even though your mind was screaming for them to still. Bakugou brought his tongue out, before thrusting is back in, essentially fucking you with his wet tongue.

It was humiliating, terrifying as you watched him, his red eyes slitted and clouded with lust as he drank in your scared whimpers, the man liking when your eyes squeezed shut when he did something with his tongue that you found particularly pleasurable. With a lewd squelch, the man stopped tongue-fucking you, moving to flick at your clit with the muscle, rubbing it back and forth in an agonizingly good motion.

With a muffled wail, you came.

Bakugou sped up the hand around his length, pumping himself furiously as he lapped at you through your orgasm, making you writhe with pleasure. He moaned as he reached his own orgasm, warm cum shooting from his cock to paint your back.

It was only when you started to squirm from oversensitivity did Bakugou stop mouthing at your pussy.  He laid his head against your thigh, still huffing and nuzzling at your pussy like a dog trying to scent.

You felt so disgusting.

Trying to kick at Bakugou was useless in this position, especially with how weak you were from orgasming but you still tried your best before his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

“Don’t get fuckin’ testy with me now.”  He leaned closer, smiling at you darkly. “You don’t gotta worry, imma fuck you real good before I take your ass home.”

[kharmii]

I saw your psychology of tropes post and I immediately realized why I love Yandere ships, so I just wanted to tell you why. I know that the reason I love it is because of my abandonment issues, think about it, there’s this person who is obsessed with you and will never leave you, and all you have to do it follow what they say and never leave, then they’ll love you. I would, of course, never want to be in a Yandere relationship, but I get the appeal in fiction.

Thanks for all the feedback anons! It's always appreciated. This is a reply to this post and also this post.

This might be a controversial take, but I have to wonder if the pendulum has swung the opposite way as the attitudes expressed in the first link. Women are told to value being strong and independent, but what if some like the idea of being taken care of by someone strong and capable? We live in a society of delayed adolescence in the Western world, and I for one am surrounded by sad, pathetic 3 time loser men in their forties and fifties who act like they are still in college living the party high life. They couldn't be trusted to push a hotdog cart and feed a dog, let alone care for another human being. Tell me it isn't the same everywhere?

I'm not big on the torture p-rn aspect of it though, which may be sado-maso fetish, or it might be a outlet of self-loathing, as this fantasy might be problematic, even if there are no 'wrong' or 'bad' fantasies. I also don't like when a yandere is shown as inadequate. IE: Someone did a story where Emmet was the yandere taking care of Ingo when he was sick. A female coworker approached Emmet with a home cooked meal for Ingo, and Emmet rebuffed her gift. He ended up going home and heating some soup on the stove because he was a terrible cook. That seems like a terrible fantasy where Ingo could have had something better, and instead he's at the mercy of his weirdo brother who will never let him live a normal life (and might even chop his legs off at the knees).

It's more fun reading about the twins having a consensual relationship where Ingo might do the paperwork because he is more able to sit down and concentrate. Emmet, otoh, is high-strung and fidgety so he does the housework. Consequently, he becomes a very good cook. Some people imagine Ingo being the good cook. Either way, they are good for each other. Nobody wants someone to be obsessed with them who is good for nothing. You wouldn't want some weird guy being obsessed with you who might bring you a peach shake that has been sitting in his car overnight, while your lowlife dirtbag coworkers who talked him into stalking you cackle around you like hyenas and tell you that's what you deserve. -Not that I know anybody like that. It's a theoretical situation. *sigh*

Side note: I don't hate the yandere trope....just some of the dysfunction that goes along with it. What I do hate is when people take the Subway Bosses and make them no longer identical twins. IE: Having one of them being a gross, smelly monster, whereas the other guy is a weird human who wants to bang a gross, smelly monster. -Even worse if the artist doesn't even give the gross, smelly monster a damn conductor's cap and coat and funky sideburns so one can tell which one it even is.

Art credit to: 가루 투구/Toogu@kopl0897 Twitter.